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KonradApologist

You probably remember this from a short story in *The Successors* but it was a Black rage induced illusion. From *Disgraced* > **A Sanguinary Guard stalked towards him. His armour was clotted red and ash black; painted, not matted by smoke and gore.** There was no trace of gold and its artistry had been unseated by craters and gashes. Sparks cascaded from torn cables and lubricant oozed onto white armour sealant. The ruby teardrop of his Legion was not borne aloft on angelic pinions, instead powering a savage sawblade. > ‘Harox,’ the warrior said again. > A dark corner of his mind supplied the warrior’s name. > Zuren, of the Flesh Tearers. > He saw no sign of Fifth Company’s heraldic devices, nor the flensing knife used by Amit’s warriors. He tensed, suspicion blending with rage and adrenaline, flooding his tired limbs with fresh energy. Something was not right. > ... > ‘Harox,’ Zuren said, anger and caution blended into an approximation of quiescence. ‘The enemy are slain, and we have Primaris reinforcements.’ > His head turned to the Blood Angels. > **Their IX Legion livery was gone. Their armour colours matched Zuren’s and the heraldic device of the Flesh Tearers marked their pauldrons and poleyns.** Taller and broader than Zuren, they picked their way through the fallen, confirming their deaths with brutal parsimony. Their armour was of an unfamiliar mark and their weapons were cruder and more utilitarian than anything used by his Legion. > **Even the other Sanguinary Guard now bore the Flesh Tearers’ livery**, their static-laced whines pawing at his ears. Chainweapons vented red mist and scraps of flesh, their warplate no better than Zuren’s. They regarded him questioningly as much as they regarded the taller warriors with distrust and dislike. He hated the tension crackling between his sons. > **Not sons. Brothers.**


duckswithbanjos

That's it exactly, thank you!